Frida
I had the blues but I couldn't shake them loose
So now I'm just bathing in paint
I found a lover but they found some others
And now I just don't know who to know
So I drowned my sorrows
But the bastards learned to swim
And now I just leave them splashing
And I wrote you a letter but it found the bin
And now I'm just low on the ink
Frida
What's the use
When love just lets us lose?
And oh
Where's the good
In a fragile fauna like you?
Like you
So I read a book, but you looked the look
And now I just dress in my dressing gown
And I had all the facts, but you had the tact
And now I just don't go outside
Frida
What's the use
When it's a bottle that lets me loose?
Oh, where's the good
In a fragile flower like me?
Like me
So now I hold a trophy but they hold the grin
And I just don't understand how to win
And I played my part
And my life did the rest
And now I'm just scratching my chest
Frida
What's the use
When love just lets us lose
Oh where's the good
When my pinkest shade is still blue
Oh why do I try?
I am not a bird, I cannot fly
Hey what are those blues
When it's grey Scott all over the news
So now I'm just bathing in paint
I found a lover but they found some others
And now I just don't know who to know
So I drowned my sorrows
But the bastards learned to swim
And now I just leave them splashing
And I wrote you a letter but it found the bin
And now I'm just low on the ink
Frida
What's the use
When love just lets us lose?
And oh
Where's the good
In a fragile fauna like you?
Like you
So I read a book, but you looked the look
And now I just dress in my dressing gown
And I had all the facts, but you had the tact
And now I just don't go outside
Frida
What's the use
When it's a bottle that lets me loose?
Oh, where's the good
In a fragile flower like me?
Like me
So now I hold a trophy but they hold the grin
And I just don't understand how to win
And I played my part
And my life did the rest
And now I'm just scratching my chest
Frida
What's the use
When love just lets us lose
Oh where's the good
When my pinkest shade is still blue
Oh why do I try?
I am not a bird, I cannot fly
Hey what are those blues
When it's grey Scott all over the news
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Writer(s): Samuel Nicholson
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